a piece of string walks into a bar.
“Give me a drink,” it says to the bartender.
The bartender turns to that string and says, “sorry, we don’t serve your kind here.” The string walks out of the bar. It ties itself into a knot and frayed it’s hair. It walks back into the bar.
“Give me a drink,” it says to the bartender.
The bartender turns to it and says, “weren’t you that string that came in here before.”
“No, i’m a frayed-knot.”
(get it ? Frayed-knot ? afraid not ? HAHA IM SO FUNNY)